The house was shut up for the night.
Miriam looked up at the clock dizzily as she drank the last of her coffee. It marked half-past eleven. Fraulein had told her to be ready at a quarter to twelve. Her hands felt large and shaky and her feet were cold. The room was stifling-bare and brown in the gaslight. She left it and crept through the hall w
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